Yu Baixing got on the electric car, and Yue Qing hesitated a little and got into the back seat.
"Hold your waist, don't fall."
"Just do it." Yue Qing was not fooled.
The little nurse was very hot back then, and what Yu Baixing liked the most was her hotness.
He smiled slightly and started the car.
He did not go straight to Dongfang Xinyuan, but turned a corner. Yue Qing behind him saw something was wrong and said, "Where are you going?"
Yu Baixing ignored her, drove to a bank, stopped the car, and said, "Withdraw some money."
He got out of the car and saw that Yue Qing didn't follow him, so he said, "Come here."
"What the hell are you doing?" Yue Qing followed.
When he arrived at the ATM, Yu Baixing inserted his bank card, stepped aside, and said to Yue Qing: "The password is my son's birthday. Click to check."
Yue Qing looked at him suspiciously, took a step closer, pressed the password, and clicked query.
The ATM machine buzzed for a while, stopped, and a set of numbers popped up.
"One million and fifty thousand?" Yue Qing was startled.
"Uh-huh." Yu Baixing nodded proudly. He had saved fifty thousand through frugality over the years. In fact, he was still planning to give it to his son, but it was just a little less.
"Didn't you say you bought a house for your son?" Yue Qing asked.
"I lied to you." Yu Baixing smiled: "Of course you and your son have to make the choice when your son buys a house. If I buy it first, you will definitely make strange things afterwards."
Seeing Yue Qing staring at him, he chuckled: "When I chased you, you were hesitant between me and Fan Yong, so I said it was my birthday and asked you to have a drink with me, but you ended up getting drunk. Fuck me and marry me."
"You still said that." Yue Qing's face turned red.
She was embarrassed, but Yu Baixing laughed.
Yue Qing looked at him, as if she had seen the high-spirited Dr. Yu back then, and her eyes slowly turned red.
"Damn ghost." She cursed, and there was a bit of charm in her slightly angry eyes.
Money is not medicine, but there are some diseases that cannot be cured by medicine, but money can.
Yue Qing originally hated Yu Baixing, but at this moment, the heavy number of one million dispersed all the hatred.
Yue Qing immediately collected the card, and the two went to Dongfang Xinyuan to look at the house together. Yue Qing called his son Yu Rong again.
Yu Rong worked as a security guard in a restaurant, and his girlfriend worked as a waiter in the restaurant. When he received a call and heard that he was buying a house, he brought his girlfriend with him.
They also liked the house in Dongfang Xinyuan and paid the full price on the spot. It was 84 square meters and had three bedrooms, one living room, one toilet and one balcony.
In Beijing, this is a big house. The so-called luxury houses with a thousand feet in Hong Kong are actually one hundred square feet.
The house price is 11,188, but now the house price is falling. After the discount, including the expenses of 77,888, it is just over one million, but the decoration is not enough.
After taking the receipt, Yu Rong still wanted to go to work with his girlfriend, so he could also brag about it.
Yue Qing came back with Yu Baixing. When they left, she refused to hug Yu Baixing's waist, but when they returned, she hugged him.
When we got to the yard, a woman saw her and asked, "Master Yu, have you really bought a house in Dongfang Xinyuan?"
"Of course it's true." Yue Qing looked at the receipt and contract in his hand: "Eighty-four square meters, three bedrooms, one living room, one bathroom, and a living balcony."
"Ah yo yo, that's really good."
"There's an elevator, right?"
"Now they are all in the elevator room."
"That's so convenient."
All the neighbors were envious.
Yue Qing's face was flushed. Although she was in her forties, she now had the beauty of a woman in her thirties.
When they got home, Yue Qing said to Yu Baixing, "Sit down and I'll get you two dishes."
But Yu Baixing hugged her suddenly: "I just want to eat you now."
"devil."
Yue Qing was slightly angry, but his hand hooked on Yu Baixing's neck.
Yu Baixing did not leave that day, but came over early the next morning. His waist, which had been a little hunched, straightened up, and the resentful expression that he had always had on his face was gone, and his brows and eyes were filled with high spirits.
Returning to the rented yard, he cleaned it up and put incense on Master's tablet. He knelt down, hesitated slightly, and said: "Master, this disciple is living like a human being again. All thanks to that Zhu Zhiyuan." , I decided that in addition to the thirteen stitches of the ghost gate, I will also teach him the four stitches of the housekeeper."
The outside world only knows about the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, but no one knows that in addition to the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, there are also the Four Shouhu Needles.
This is the most criticized aspect of ancient Chinese culture. What is shown on the surface is never all of it. There is always a little bit hidden behind it, and what is hidden is often the essence.
Doctors are like this, and craftsmen are like this too.
A writer once wrote a novel about an apprentice who learned blacksmithing from his master. The master taught him everything but not tempering.
So the things he produced were never hard enough.
One day, when the master was quenching, he suddenly put his hand into the quenching bucket. The master was not polite and branded him on the arm.
But the apprentice smiled.
Although it was scalded, he finally knew what the temperature of the water used for quenching was - the water temperature directly affects the quenching effect.
This story tells us that if we want to learn the real thing, we have to pay a price. It also tells us that Chinese culture is this virtue.
In fact, Chuanwu is also like this.
Nowadays, many people in society learn Baduanjin, but most people practice it for a long time without any effect.
Because they haven't learned the ropes.
Without the know-how, what is the difference between Baduanjin and Broadcast Gymnastics?
It’s just a few moves. If you practice radio gymnastics every day, what’s the use? Can it produce merit?
Why can't broadcast gymnastics work, but Baduanjin can?
Because there is a secret.
What's the secret? Haha, master usually won't teach you.
The same is true for other Kung Fu. Just beat the routines over and over again, but it’s of no use. For real training, if you don’t get started, the master won’t teach you at all.
The next day, Gong Fenghuang picked up her grandmother and went to Yu Baixing's place with Zhu Zhiyuan.
Grandma Gong Fenghuang is eighty years old, and her brain is a little slow, but on the surface she is in good spirits and is a very elegant old lady.
She used to be a government official. After she retired, she organized a choir and even appeared on CCTV. However, after she was 70, she got sick and her body slowly collapsed, but her lifelong cultivation and temperament were there. .
Gong Fenghuang was also very proud and boasted to Zhu Zhiyuan: "My grandma has a good image, she used to be a famous beauty."
"You are also a famous beauty." Zhu Zhiyuan smiled.
Gong Fenghuang was proud.
She was a high-spirited woman who flaunted her whole life and could die a grand death.
Entering Yu Baixing's yard, Yu Baixing tidied up the yard and hung a sign outside: temporarily closed.
Zhu Zhiyuan nodded.
Smashing one million down will still have an effect.
When he met Yu Baixing, he discovered that Yu Baixing's spiritual temperament was much stronger than yesterday.
Yesterday, Yu Baixing was like a hedgehog, prone to getting stabbed at every turn, but today she looked much gentler, her face had been cleaned up, and her clothes had been changed.
Yesterday, a person in his fifties could see sixty, but today, he could only see more than forty.
And today, Yu Baixing met with a smile on his face. When he saw the three of Zhu Zhiyuan, he took the initiative to say hello: "Here he comes."
"Here we come." Zhu Zhiyuan responded: "Master Yu is going to have to work hard."
"It's okay." Yu Baixing waved his hand: "Come inside."
